Everything from the left seems softer

I think I'm trying too hard to set myself up for failure. Not that I ever win, why do I even try. Sorry that was a bit of a mashed up Beatles lyric. It's not easy being green, but it's really hard to start. So much better from the killing heart in the anorexic south that we've so far called home. Got up the stairs and found that only being halfway there was not a prospect I had considered. We've seen these pictures in our dreams, but painting them is a whole other story. So crusty and green and smelling so odd. Where's this hidden temple I keep hearing about. Explore it I will. Not much to say now, later.